My job is eating my brain

Or at least keeping me awake at night. I have a sneaking suspicion that they aren't paying me enough for what they want... Certainly not if they expect me to figure everything out myself.

I went and stared at Chibi last night, and the muse whacked me with his wand (which bears a startling resemblance to a crowbar) and I managed another page. At least it's progress... of a sort.

Now, if only the other one would stop trying to feed Heero's protective tendencies...

I have to hurt some vendors...

...before they totally steal my sanity...

But enough about them... quivering little balls of goo that they are.

Just before I left for work this morning, I sat down with the Banshee and banged out a whole page! Maybe I'm on a roll. I even had some ideas while I was knitting at work. (Knitting = stress relief = the reason the vendors still have all their body parts = a bubbling cauldron of ideas in my twitching brain.) Unfortunately, none of that was part of the next chapter, which is still doing the Chicken Little dance in front of me. Guess I didn't whack that muse hard enough... Where's my bat...?

I may be able to do some more on Chibi tonight, and I will for sure work on the BFB. Something just crawled up to sit on the monitor and glare at me. It looks oddly like... a gargoyle... Hmmm...

Why is there no current mood for psychotic? Afraid to encourage me?